Free From This Fear.A Poem by MimiA short poem/song I wrote about me Father..I miss you.. 3Free From This Fear
Come here, Daddy, do your worst Do you r worst, I urge you to You say this is customary Well, I guess that's just another lie Just like everything you tell me Thought you cared about me Thought you were my father Thought you loved me Thought you wouldn't hurt me But I was mistaken Please, just one more time Come and show me that you love me In that oh so special way Come and show me, I dare you I'll make it the last time you mortify me "Don't worry Its okay This isn't gonna hurt you at all This is what I'm supposed to do" I love how well you lie I believed you I trusted you I loved you I obeyed your every demand I even sold my soul to the Devil for you Please, just one more time Come and show me that you love me In that oh so special way Come and show me, I dare you I'll make it the last time you mortify me You think you win When you feel me each night Well you were wrong Oh so very wrong You're a loser When you touch me When you kiss me You hurt me You degrade me And you rape me Please, just one more time Come and show me that you love me In that oh so special way Come and show me, I dare you I'll make it the last time you mortify me You're no longer my Father You're no longer my fear I'm no longer your pet I'm no longer your toy I'm no longer scared I fought you I hid from you I ran away from you I incarcerated you Please, just one more time Come and show me that you love me In that oh so special way Come and show me, I dare you I'll make it the last time you mortify me Because when I see your face I no longer have to cry When I see your face I no longer have to fear I'm finally free I'm free I'm free I'm free I'm so relieved to be free Free from this fear This was the last time You can no longer show me how you love In that oh so messed up way Now you can't make me hide in fear I made this the last time that you mortified me © 2010 MimiAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on October 22, 2010 Last Updated on October 22, 2010 AuthorMimiA place called homeAbout"My heart is racing, feet are pacing, as I being to anticipate. Not much longer I can wait. The day is near, it's almost here. I feel like I can see him. Soon this vision begins to dim, quickly turnin.. more..Writing
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